Author: Kate Storey
Published: December 2, 2025 by Avon
Format: Kindle, 320 pages
Genre: Women's Fiction
Blurb: For three decades, Grace supported her husband Frank’s passion for books, even though her own love for literature paled in comparison. Since his passing, the shelves echo longingly, and Grace's heartache has only grown.
When Grace’s grandson suggests joining Frank’s old book club, she hesitates. How could meeting with a bunch of strangers possibly fill the void he left behind? Despite her doubts – and desperate to feel close to Frank again – Grace decides to attend.
Yet, upon arrival, Grace is puzzled to find this isn’t your typical book club here, you settle in for an hour of silent reading. Disappointed by the sparse attendance and confused by the lack of chatter she flees. But when equally lonely member, Annie, convinces her to stay, Grace is determined to ensure that neither Frank – nor his beloved book club – are forgotten.
And as she breathes new life into the group, she might just find this is where she truly belongs. Because this next chapter of life could just be the beginning of her story.
My Opinion: I’ll admit it: the cover is what caught my eye first. The colors, the softness, the whole inviting feel of it. I picked it up expecting something light and sweet, and while those elements are there, The Forgotten Book Club turned out to be one of those books that finds you at just the right moment.
There’s a tenderness running through this story, even though it begins with loss. Grace steps into a book club that doesn’t operate the way she expects, and her discomfort makes perfect sense. When you’ve spent too much time in your own quiet, even a small shift can feel overwhelming. But the group has its own charm, and the steady stream of book references—many of which I’ve read myself—made me feel like I was sitting in the room with them. There’s even a movie mention that brought back a memory I hadn’t revisited in years.
What surprised me most were the deeper layers tucked inside what looks, at first glance, like a cozy premise. I thought I was settling in for a simple story about people gathering to talk about books. Instead, I found a cast of characters who each carry their own history, their own grief, their own small hopes. They’re like nesting dolls, each with something hidden inside, and Grace has more to unpack than she realizes. It’s not that she was oblivious; it’s that she’d grown used to a version of “normal” that kept her isolated without her noticing. It takes a group of unexpected friends—and an old journal—to show her that loneliness doesn’t have to be permanent.
The emotional range here is lovely. One chapter had me laughing, and a few pages later I felt that quiet sting of recognition. By the end, I genuinely missed spending time with these characters. Kate Storey balances warmth and honesty in a way that feels effortless. If this is any indication of what she has in store, I’m hoping this is the start of a new favorite author for me.
When Grace’s grandson suggests joining Frank’s old book club, she hesitates. How could meeting with a bunch of strangers possibly fill the void he left behind? Despite her doubts – and desperate to feel close to Frank again – Grace decides to attend.
Yet, upon arrival, Grace is puzzled to find this isn’t your typical book club here, you settle in for an hour of silent reading. Disappointed by the sparse attendance and confused by the lack of chatter she flees. But when equally lonely member, Annie, convinces her to stay, Grace is determined to ensure that neither Frank – nor his beloved book club – are forgotten.
And as she breathes new life into the group, she might just find this is where she truly belongs. Because this next chapter of life could just be the beginning of her story.
My Opinion: I’ll admit it: the cover is what caught my eye first. The colors, the softness, the whole inviting feel of it. I picked it up expecting something light and sweet, and while those elements are there, The Forgotten Book Club turned out to be one of those books that finds you at just the right moment.
There’s a tenderness running through this story, even though it begins with loss. Grace steps into a book club that doesn’t operate the way she expects, and her discomfort makes perfect sense. When you’ve spent too much time in your own quiet, even a small shift can feel overwhelming. But the group has its own charm, and the steady stream of book references—many of which I’ve read myself—made me feel like I was sitting in the room with them. There’s even a movie mention that brought back a memory I hadn’t revisited in years.
What surprised me most were the deeper layers tucked inside what looks, at first glance, like a cozy premise. I thought I was settling in for a simple story about people gathering to talk about books. Instead, I found a cast of characters who each carry their own history, their own grief, their own small hopes. They’re like nesting dolls, each with something hidden inside, and Grace has more to unpack than she realizes. It’s not that she was oblivious; it’s that she’d grown used to a version of “normal” that kept her isolated without her noticing. It takes a group of unexpected friends—and an old journal—to show her that loneliness doesn’t have to be permanent.
The emotional range here is lovely. One chapter had me laughing, and a few pages later I felt that quiet sting of recognition. By the end, I genuinely missed spending time with these characters. Kate Storey balances warmth and honesty in a way that feels effortless. If this is any indication of what she has in store, I’m hoping this is the start of a new favorite author for me.
